Ever since she was a little girl crushing on her teacher, Emma has always thought that men should come with instruction manuals and Some Assembly Required stamped across their pretty foreheads, but of all the men she's known, none has been as infuriating as Sean Cassidy, whose eyes are once again blazing into hers with all the sensual, green fury of the sexiest Irish man. She wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of his handsome face, but truly only by kissing him senseless.
Who's to stop her? she suddenly realizes. The man clearly has feelings for her. They scream off of him every day they're near each other, some, like today, more so than others. His morals simply won't allow him to act on his feelings because of his dying girlfriend. And at their age, who would have ever thought that a girlfriend would stand in their way to happiness?
Emma grasps his collar and yanks his mouth onto hers. She kisses him hungrily, passionately, all but devouring him with he lips and tongue. When she finally releases him, they're both gasping for air. "Think about that while you're in Scotland," she snarls and walks away.